Shadow of great britain

Arthur sat in the rickety carriage, with no expression on his face.

He was wet everywhere and the weather was bad today. He ran several streets before he found a public carriage that was running in the morning.

The coachman held the reins with both hands. He saw Arthur covered in rain through the window glass and asked sheepishly: "Mr. Police Officer, do you need a towel?"

I have one for wiping sweat. If you don't mind it, you can use it first. The towel is hanging on the armrest inside the carriage, the white one. "

Arthur's body was shivering a little from the cold, and he smiled reluctantly: "Thank you for your kindness, then I'm welcome."

While he was wiping his police uniform with a towel, he heard the laughter of the driver at the other end of the carriage.

The coachman hid under the weather shield extending from the top of the carriage, smiling cheerfully as he drove.

"It's okay, I'm a little embarrassed to say it. You look very much like my little nephew who I raised by myself. You have similar facial features and outline. Even your hair is black and you look very healthy.

If he stays in the country, maybe he can be a Scotland Yard policeman like you. Your income must be pretty good. After all, most people can't afford a public carriage. "

"Income..." Arthur paused for a moment. He thought of many things: "It's not bad, at least I can survive."

The coachman said with a smile: "Indeed, these days, a job that allows you to survive is a good job.

Because my nephew could no longer survive in his hometown, he asked someone to borrow money to take a ship to the North American colonies.

I heard them say that the North American colonies were not like ours, where there was a shortage of manpower. Whether they were farmers farming or working in factories, they all had good treatment.

Alas, more than half a year has passed, and I don’t know how my nephew is doing in North America. I don’t remember to write a letter to his uncle. "

Arthur consoled him: "Maybe the letter I wrote has not been delivered yet. After all, it would take more than half a month for the cruise ship to travel from Boston on the east coast of North America to Liverpool in China."

The coachman asked with great interest: "You seem to know a lot about North America. How do you know that it takes more than half a month to travel by boat?"

Arthur smiled: "Because I just refunded a ferry ticket to Boston not long ago."

"Refund? Were you planning to go to North America before?"

The coachman wondered: "Why? Don't you have a pretty good job? Only those of us who can't survive will think of trying our luck in North America."

Arthur held a towel in his hand and stared at the foggy rain falling outside the car window. The emotions revealed in his tone were a bit complicated and somewhat unclear.

"There are many, very complicated reasons for this."

The driver looked back at the young man, then shook his head incomprehension, his eyes flashing with a reddish light like fire spraying from the mouth of a red devil.

"Young man, you seem to have something on your mind. However, as a person who has been through this, I still want to talk nonsense to you.

There is only one most important thing for people living in this world, and that is to survive.

People live just to live, don't look for any meaning, because life has no meaning in the first place.

The so-called meaning is a reason that people make up for themselves in order to survive.

If this reason doesn't make sense, then let's change the reason. Anyway, there are many reasons, and there is always one that suits you. "

At this point, the wheels of the public carriage slowly stopped.

The coachman stretched his hand back and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Mr. Police Officer, we've arrived at St. Thomas' Hospital. It's not a long way. I'll charge you the starting price, one shilling."

Two coins were pressed into the palm of the driver's hand.

The coachman was stunned, looked at the two coins in his hand and asked, "Sir, it's one shilling, not two shillings."

Arthur stepped out of the carriage, adjusted his police uniform, and stepped on the rain-covered stone bricks with his riding boots.

"Just accept it. Just like you said, these two shillings are the reasons I make up for myself to live. They are the meaning of my life."

He walked toward the door of St. Thomas Hospital, leaving muddy footprints along the way.

The outline of Agares gradually leaked out of the coachman's torso. The red devil's head was boiling with boiling oil, and there seemed to be fire burning between his eyes.

He was furious, and his trembling moans were barely detectable, but they seemed to be able to tear apart the gloomy sky and the pouring rain filling the streets.

There seemed to be many voices buried behind time ringing in his ears, and he recalled many distant memories that he didn't want to think of.

—Behold, my servant. My support, my choice, the joy of my heart! I have given him my Spirit, and he will preach righteousness to the Gentiles.

—He makes no noise or raises his voice, nor makes his voice heard in the streets. A bruised reed he will not break. He does not extinguish the dying lamp, but spreads justice with truth.

——Be a light to the Gentiles and preach the truth to the Gentiles. The Savior whom God has chosen and whose heart is well pleased. God will give him the Holy Spirit. He will preach justice to the Gentiles, be a light to the Gentiles, heal the blind, save the imprisoned, lead out those who are in sin, and support us. hand.

Agares covered his head, his face full of disbelief: "It's... it's you?"

Arthur stood quietly outside the window of the anatomy room of St. Thomas' Hospital. He saw that it was crowded with King's College medical students coming to class.

The cold wind blew off his round black hat, and the cold raindrops slapped his face, but when the rainwater gathered on his chin, it suddenly felt warm.

The touch was so hot that it was so hot that it wanted to peel off his face.

From time to time, the sound of medical professors explaining their lectures can be heard in the classroom.

"Students, please come closer. Today's example is a bit special. It is a young woman who is less than ten years old. We can see that the deceased's lungs are slightly white and partially powdered. He should have died of lung-related diseases. . Lung disease is currently very common among our workers, and we are committed to researching gas medicines precisely to..."

Arthur's hand holding the police officer's knife trembled slightly. He inhaled and breathed in continuously. He felt that his ears could no longer hear clearly and his eyes were close to blindness.

He felt like the whole world was spinning and he felt dizzy.

He felt a manic depression in his chest, and he had to kill a few people to let go of this knot.

He gritted his teeth, and a half-dull voice came out of his mouth: "Who did it?"

The red devil stood behind him, looking at Arthur steadily, his eyes full of disbelief.

Arthur turned around and picked up the Red Devil by his collar and slammed him against the wall: "Agares! I asked you who did it! Can't you hear me clearly?! Can't you answer all the riddles in the world? ?! Who did it? Tell me now how many souls you want, and I will pay you all!"

Agares was hit by him and his head came to his senses.

The Red Devil took a deep breath, pressed his hands down and said, "Arthur, calm down, calm down first."

"How do you want me to calm down?! How do you want me to explain to Adam! Do you want me to tell him that his friend, that cute little girl, Robin, was placed in St. Thomas Hospital with a ruptured intestine? In the anatomy classroom!”

Agares reminded: "Arthur, I know you are in pain. And I told you that you should not come here. Just like what Charles Darwin said, kind people should stay away from hospitals. This Some of the things inside are...very...very bloody..."

"Is this a bloody question! Why did she die, and how did her body get here after death?!

I...I shouldn't have listened to Scotland Yard in the first place. If I hadn't done what they asked and made the news public, maybe nothing would have happened to Robin...

I...this is all my fault..."

Arthur gasped and held his heart and leaned against the corner. Only with this strength could he not fall down.

"Arthur, don't blame yourself too much." The red devil put his arm on his shoulder and said comfortingly: "This little girl wouldn't live long in the first place. It's not your fault."

"Arthur! Oh no! Robin is missing!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of shouting.

Arthur looked up and saw that they were Tom and Tony who were supposed to pick up Robin for medical treatment, and Adam who was held in Tom's arms.

Arthur saw them and hurriedly tried to stand up, but he fell into the puddle several times when he tried to get up.

Seeing this, Tony quickly picked up the pace and ran up to help him up.

But when he ran to the window of the anatomy classroom, his steps stopped suddenly.

Tony looked at the situation inside, and almost instantly, he felt his head was filled with blood, and two lines of tears flowed out.

"I...I'll fucking...I'll fucking kill these idiots!!!"

He pulled out the police officer's knife and wanted to rush into the classroom like an angry black bear.

But before he could take action, he was hugged by Arthur from behind. The two of them exerted force in opposite directions, and finally they all fell heavily into the mud.

Tony tried hard to pry Arthur's hand away with his hands, but the arms as powerful as iron pincers refused to loosen in any case.

"Arthur, you...you let me go! You fucking let me go! If I don't kill these people, how...how will you face God after you let me die?"

"Tony, you can't go." Arthur's hoarse voice sounded: "You are about to start a family, you can't do this kind of thing."

Tony had tears in his eyes, and he yelled: "Why the fuck are you starting a family! Arthur, don't think you are the only policeman, I am too!"

"Then you can't go either."

"Why?"

"Because this is my order."

"Fuck your orders!"

Tony knelt on his knees, holding his head and roaring to the sky. Only his bloodshot eyes could be seen in the rain.

"ah!!!!!!!!!"

Tom stopped behind with Adam in his arms. He was frightened and overwhelmed by Tony's reaction.

"Arthur, Tony, what's wrong with you?"

Arthur raised his hand towards Tom. He swallowed and said: "Don't come over, Tom, you and Adam stay there."

Tom was stunned: "Is this also an order?"

"No, it's not." Arthur's hair was wet on his head, making him look embarrassed: "This is just a request. If you want me to feel better, don't come over. I'll come over."

Arthur walked towards Tom while clutching his heart to relieve pain. He knelt down and put his eyes at Adam's level.

"Adam, I don't know how to tell you. I...I'm sorry for you, and even more...I'm sorry for Robin. You believed in me so much, but I...I, I'm sorry, I let you down."

When Adam heard this, his eyes slowly opened wide. The nine-year-old child seemed to understand something.

All children coming out of St. Giles Parish are always more mature than their peers, and he understood the meaning of Arthur's words.

"Mr. Hastings..."

Arthur almost didn't dare to look at him: "I...I'm really sorry for you."

Adam's eyes were full of tears. He stretched out his arms to hug Arthur's head and rested his face on the top of Arthur's head: "You have never had anything to apologize to me. Even if you have, I am willing to forgive you."

Arthur knelt on his knees and slowly closed his eyes. His excitement finally returned to calm amid the heavy rain.

"Adam, I promise you, and I promise Robin, that I will not let go of anyone involved in the disappearance of St. Giles Parish."

He took a deep breath, smoothed his wet hair back with his hands, then stood up and said to Tom.

"Tom, send someone immediately to the Magistrates' Court to apply for a search warrant for St Thomas' Hospital, King's College."

Then, he shouted to Tony who was crying behind him: "Tony! If you want revenge, come with me to the Ministry of Internal Affairs now. The leading role in the investigation of this disappearance case will belong to the London Metropolitan Police. Team Greenwich Police District!”